He fell from the higher dimension of omniscience and omnipotence, just to find a three-dimensional experience called "love".
She fled from the siege of absolute rationality, writing poems about the debris of the universe with her rusty mechanical arm.
An unexpected collision caused two star paths that were not supposed to intersect to suddenly become entangled.
He wonders about the "useless romantic redundancy" in her database.
She records all his "inefficient but vivid" human behavior.
They named stars together, raised roses, and watched an aurora at the edge of a black hole.
Until her creator delivers the final verdict, the cold formatted countdown begins to count down.
"Lin Ge," he knelt on one knee on the deck of the spaceship, hugging the fallen Lin Ge, with the cold pursuer behind him, "will you marry me?"
"According to the agreement, I cannot refuse." Data rushed in her eyes and her voice choked with sobs, "Because you are mine, 5201314."
Love is the highest-dimensional civilization and the underlying protocol that cannot be understood.
It is the only coordinate for two lonely wanderers to light up each other in the endless darkness.
Intention: He reduces dimensionality in order to experience "love", and she flees in order to protect "romance". They are each other's only "variable" and "answer".